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Tomorrow – I wish to flee tomorrow
confronting things I detest, for how
long can I flee and keep my head
down, keep out of sight, not repeat
the crushing words of people who
live in spite, in self-justification and
judgmental elation, people who
should have been dunked as
babies – in icy water, like me
who should have died with
me, instead of messing up
this beautiful earth?
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